Knit-knacks

 It was cut and run

In the sewing circle

She would sort out their mealy mouths she thought

With a swift joust here

A dagger, dagger stagger fall

There

A needle knit between the brows

Don't knit your eyes at me you cow

She exclaimed

As they blamed one another for the blood bath

Whose red satin scarf is that around your neck?

Not mine?

Not yours?

But your gaudy blood I expect

It is slash and burn

In the fabric aisles

Rollers torn, and carpets shorn

The rending of the cloth

The tearing of skin

The knitting

Of a dead thing

Into life

Taxidermist like

She loved her lover

She gloved her mother

Turned her into a leather cover

For her book on knitting yet

Of times up

 How come I only feel happy when I'm sad?

Who or what is the false narrative of my dreams?

When it seems as if nothing is what it seems

And the dog in the chocolate cart has cut up all the beans

And lent me his kidney saying some goats have these

And shallow sharks that bite at bait and need the dough

Of my mistakes until the bread rises and snow 

falls onto the hot oven

Aw mum the witches coven 

have coveted my TV

And they are performing soliloquys on day time shows for me

And finally the darkness in my soul has robbed me of my bee

She flew off to sting her last, her very own

Virgin suicide vest inside the nest of vipers who controlled her buzzing mind

Oh hive, hive, behave beehive

I wish my bonnet to stay on my car while Jane Austen drives it

And for leprous dogs to shake their tales at Shakespeare’s sonnets

Who drives the wild geese of foment and town turmoil

Into a frenzy of unaccustomed peace

So this say last, the day is done when Virgins may bomb my dinner party

I wish for no more terrorist virgins to be invited to my party

And when they die as surely they must

I wonder if they will go up to heaven and meet 20 terrorists

Or perhaps forty down in hell

For tea is what one needs these days

Tea and a grumbling that life is urgent and must be spoken about and told

And lived and never sniffed at or denied

Or envied although that is hard granted but lived oh lived 

And danced and slanted hats at parties of vats and tax collectors

Whose shirts are all ironed is boring and superman even

Was invited but threw up when he drank the Kryptonite punch

I told him it was strong but would he listen to poor old Green Lantern

No he would not and that is what you get when you date

Some one named Jade or was it louis,

Well none's the difference she was Chinese and I'm sure she had a thing or two to tell me

But I've run out of chalk in this mill of words and the board clerk is filling his next bill

So be quick don't squark for there is more time to kill,

No let's never kill time, only live it

And let it breath life into us

We must be brave 

We must be strong and positive

For there are some who aren't and some who were but never got the chance

To live and experience this time we may waste

But instead let's hold it precious

And live it in haste

Volatile vol-au-vents

 Volatile vol-au-vents

On bathroom tiled floors

Corners, and mourners outside coroner's doors

Closing time at funeral parlours

Where the dead are called

To rent out a coffin for the morning

By that afternoon

All death taxes will have been paid

But I thought I was a European corpse

One said

I answered

Brexit has effected us all my dear

Now at least you'll know your burial

In a church yard will be safe

From the common agricultural policy

And no more shall the other world be mapped

To four decimal places

And there will never again be a corner of a 

Foreign field that is forever England